Some spilled their blood upon Aphrodite's altar in search of the forbidden fruit of 'love.' Some spent their days in cathedrals praying to a nameless god in search of enlightenment and good fortune. Some withered away in chambers with eyes that discerned a drug-induced, four-walled utopia. Some struck the chords of an eternal harp whose notes are bound to insinuate the mind with an essence it could use against itself.
Each settler carried with him a fragment bearing a unique shade of human nature. Time saw the death and decay of a few prominent settlers whose fragments shone the brightest; It saw the rise and fall of ideologies and vices; It saw the slow but gradual evanescence of a sane understanding of reality and the decapitation of a subjective society that thrived under the brightest rays of Helios.
Amidst the coexistence of those settlers in his little head, the Heirophant begins to shed his withered skin on a blank page.
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